The End of the Line. No, Just the End of the Month. And Summer.

If this is an especially long summer, with an early Memorial Day and a late Labor Day, then how did is pass so speedily?Oh, I guess that’s just the nature of summer itself.
No, it’s not over yet, but it’s hard not to notice that we have only one week until Labor Day, the traditional end of at least the feeling of summer.
There are ways in which I will not miss summer so much. It was an eventful one, and an oddly busy one, but a scary one. Running out of money and all of that. Stress. Finding out who my friends are—and who they are not. At least I can stop feeling like I’m having a lousy summer while other people are out in the Hamptons living it up. Not that it’s the Hamptons that I wanted to go. I was more in the mood for everything from Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, to something more daring, like London.
Dreams deferred. At least now I have the sense that there may be—please God—a bit more opportunity on the employment front once we get past Labor Day. I thought earlier this month that maybe it would be a good time to make contacts or have coffee, but I was wrong. Nobody was around much to connect with, or at least nobody was admitting to being around in the dog days of August.
Not that it was a summer without big events. One week ago my partner moved into my—now our studio apartment. A big change for a small space. But that’s probably another blog for another day.
As for this day, I have those end-of-the-month anxieties, which are only enhanced when it’s the end of a season too. My to-do list is getting bigger. And some of the things on it are things I did back in late May, when I first joined my fellow unemployed Americans. Now I need to do some of those tasks again, along with a slew of new ones. There’s lots to do, which of course is why I just spent more than two hours watching “Ghosts of Mississippi,” an old Rob Reiner-directed flick, on an HBO channel. Even worse: I started with the misconception that I was watching an earlier and—as I remember it—better film called “Mississippi Burning.” I kept waiting for Gene Hackman to show up in this movie and he never did. Wrong movie.
Back to work and life now. The calendar dictates as much.